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27.10.10

A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadowNot the regal creature of border cavesBut the poor, misguided, directionless familiarOf some obscure Scottish poet

The mist crawls from the canalLike some primordial phantom of romanceTo curl, under a cascade of neon pollenWhile I sit tied to the phone like an expectant fatherYour carnation will rot in a vase.

II. Lost Weekend

A train sleeps in a sidingThe driver guzzles another can of lagerTo wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club

She was a wallflower at sixteenShe'll be a wallflower at thirty fourHer mother called her beautifulHer daddy said, "A whore".

III. Blue Angel

The sky was Bible black in LyonWhen I met the MagdaleneShe was paralysed in a streetlightShe refused to give her name

And a ring of violet bruisesThey were pinned upon her arm.Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the handTo a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappearsAnd from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear"'J'entend ton coeur"I can hear your heart

IV. Misplaced Rendezvous

It's getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paperSomething's gonna give under this pressureAnd the cracks are already beginning to showIt's too lateThe weekend career girl never boarded the planeThey said this could never happen againSo wrong, so wrong

This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvousThis time, it's looking like another misplaced rendezvousWith youThe parallel of you, you

V. Windswept Thumb

On the outskirts of nowhereOn the ringroad to somewhereOn the verge of indecisionI'll always take the roundabout wayWaiting on the rainFor I was born with a habit, from a signThe habit of a windswept thumbAnd the sign of the rainIt's started raining" (1)

23.10.10

"Diversity is necessary for the health of the ecology itself, to permit the system to survive continual and perhaps chaotic change. Monoculture - a fake, brittle ecology - gives sensational results for a short time, then completely fails" (1)

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green) Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)Without no seams nor needlework (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain) Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell her to find me an acre of land (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Washes the ground with so many tears)Between the salt water and the sea strand (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather (War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill)And to gather it all in a bunch of heather (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)Then she'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine" (1)

2.10.10

"I'm waiting for my man Twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to Lexington, 125 Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive I'm waiting for my man Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown? Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around? Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine I'm waiting for my man Here he comes, he's all dressed in black Beat up shoes and a big straw hat He's never early, he's always late First thing you learn is you always gotta wait I'm waiting for my man Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares He's got the works, gives you sweet taste Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste I'm waiting for my man Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time I'm waiting for my man" (1)

the velvet underground

(1) retirado do cd dos velvet underground, live at max's kansas city (1972)